Yet it is not Dionysos who by himself has devised the game like a cruel child
My poem "Tapping the Vine" appears to have placed second in the 2011 Dwarf Stars Award. Thanks to
lesser_celery for the heads-up.
One of the rides at EPCOT Center which I have remembered most vividly for the last twenty-plus years (I was three-ish the first time my parents took me, eight the second and last time; I remember insisting I was tall enough for Space Mountain at Disney World and then being convinced we were going to smash into something in the dark and die) was the now-defunct Horizons, which I didn't realize was defunct until
derspatchel told me. This afternoon I found the script and had sort of a simultaneous attack of nostalgia and Weltschmerz. I wanted that kelp-forest future.
I am running a fever. Today could have been a lot better.
One of the rides at EPCOT Center which I have remembered most vividly for the last twenty-plus years (I was three-ish the first time my parents took me, eight the second and last time; I remember insisting I was tall enough for Space Mountain at Disney World and then being convinced we were going to smash into something in the dark and die) was the now-defunct Horizons, which I didn't realize was defunct until
I am running a fever. Today could have been a lot better.

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Thank you!
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Thank you. Unexpected!
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I just got Amoxillan and Vicodin. I think that's what the rabbis meant when they said you should be happy on Pesach.
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Thanks on both fronts!
I just got Amoxillan and Vicodin. I think that's what the rabbis meant when they said you should be happy on Pesach.
. . . Fun with dental, eh?
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---L.
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I went to bed in a rotten mood last night. I woke up to find a message on Facebook from someone who had fallen in love with Singing Innocence and Experience, a message on Livejournal from someone who had fallen in love with "The Clock House," and my collaboration with CaitlĂn, "In the Praying Windows of the Sea," has been reprinted in the latest issue of Sirenia Digest. Okay, universe, I get the point!
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---L.
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I'm trying!
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Thank you! (When it's a fever of inspiration, you can be glad. I'm fine with those.)
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This afternoon I found the script and had sort of a simultaneous attack of nostalgia and Weltschmerz.
I'm sorry it's gone.
We went to Disney World once, when I was maybe two or three. I dimly remember a ride with large teacups, and a hotel room with my parents and sister. I don't remember wondering where my aunt and the dolphins were, so I take it I must have understood that there was more than one amusement park in the world, rather than all of them being the same place, because I think I remember before then going to a park she worked at.
I'm very sorry for your fever, and I hope you'll be feeling better soon.
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Thank you.
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Congratulations!
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Thank you for being part of its initial publication!
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(Congratulations + sympathies = feel better)
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That's an interesting question . . .
(Congratulations + sympathies = feel better)
Appreciated!
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Sending febrifugal thoughts.
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Thank you!
Sending febrifugal thoughts.
I learned the word "febrifuge" from Anne McCaffrey's Moreta: Dragonlady of Pern (1983). Sometimes these things stick.
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Thanks! (And thanks!)
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Sorry about the fever - take care.
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Thank you. I'm glad you like it!
Sorry about the fever - take care.
I'm doing what I can. I feel much less awful than I did when I went to bed last night, or even when I woke up.
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Thank you!
Hope the fever has come down ... do your fevers bring on dreams? I'm thinking kelp forests.
Heh. The fever was actually gone by the time I woke up. I'm feeling significantly better now than I was last night.